Villains Secret Conference aka Koofiya Adda (Parody)

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Pitch darkness except for the
moonlight, a huge tree with its shadow falling on the ground and a long table
placed under it with 8 chairs positioned at equal distance from each other
around the table. There is eeriness around because of the unusual silence.

A limping man could be seen
approaching the table. His shadow resembles a man having a standing snake on
his head. Shekhs reaches the table. Not a very tall man, he is wearing his lucky
bubble pink shirt with a parrot green scarf. He considers this shirt as his
lucky shirt because even with trembling hands, Viraj had hit the target, the
glass on his head, instead of his head. He wanted to wear his favourite "blue"
jeans but it was very difficult to get his wounded leginside. He finalized on
a white dhoti. Comfortable and doesn't trouble his bandaged leg. He takes his
seat at the head of the table, and looks at the time with his blue lensed eyes.
*Snake hiss* He is angry. The delegates of the Villain's Secret Conference
are late by one minute. He notices a group of people running towards the table.

First in the running line is a
girl, short dress with a huge phone on her hand. She is struggling to run, her being
an athlete, and is panting heavily as she reaches the table first. 'Please Sir!
No punishment,' Priyanka pleads.

Second to reach are two ladies
who seemed to be contesting between themselves. One in a heavily designed red saree
with a shawl over and another in a heavy and lengthy pink gown, both tripping
over their own dresses and on each other's. Shekhs can hear the "Gayathri Buaji?"
and "Oh My My" echoing. They take their seats on either side of the table,
opposite each other, glaring furiously.

'Mom! I don't want to come,'
tells a boy, dressed in a weirdly designed Tshirt and jeans, reaching next.

'Don't dare go against my
instructions,' tells the man coming along, in a drape blue suit. He seems to
consider himself as the mastermind behind the conference, whereas he was the
last to be called.

Following these two men is a
women, struggling to keep up with her son and husband. She is in a designer black
saree and a near sleeveless jacket. She realises what a huge mistake she has
made to select this costume for the occasion, she can feel the cold. She had
forgotten to stuff her shawl inside the huge leather purse which she always like
to flaunt.

The husband and wife takes the
seat next to Rupan. Shekhs has used his psychological powers as well as the
magic goodies from Viraj's locker to make Rupan and Ritiesh's family invisible
to each other . Gaya, with her magnetic force has pulled Ritiesh to sit next to
her, between her and her daughter. He takes the mineral water can from his
pocket and starts drinking it.

Shekhs looks at the table
filling. There is one more seat to be filled. At the far end of the ground, he
can see a man slowly approaching the table. He is probably coming in an auto,
or probably carrying the auto. There couldn't be any other reason for him to be
this slow. Shekhs decides to start the meeting, Ram Singh will definitely
arrive by the end of the meeting.

'Good evening Ladies and
Gentlemen,' begins Shekhs, sitting at the head of the table.

'Oh my my Shekhs! What is this
place? Couldn't you have booked a real conference hall? There isn't even an AC
here. Oh my my...what will happen to my skin,' expresses Gaya, opening her make
up kit giving a touch up.

'Gayathri Buaji! Do you want my
monkey cap? It will cover the entire face. Nothing will happen?' tells Rupan
intelligently. With just a disgusting expression from Gaya as reply, Rupan
wears the monkey cap herself, protecting her complexion and from the cold. She
doesn't care if others get nightmare later.

'All I want is money. We couldn't
fool the Gangwals anymore because of that cook girl. What's the plan? Else I
can come up with one,' tells Ram as a matter of fact. He looks at his mineral
water drinking boy and shivering wife for support. Both nod their head automatically.

'I think all our plans will work
if the academy comes to our hands and hence we have to work on that first,'
tells Shekhs trying to direct the meeting to the topic.

'Shekar Sir! I will do anything
for this. Because of this academy, Nisha came into my life and above that I had
to run the ground with my heels on,' tells Priyanka frustrated.

'Because of the academy, I had to
go the circus,' says Gaya angrily.

'Buaji! You went to a circus?
Where? I would ask my husband to also take me,' tells Rupan happily. I just want
Aman to get out of the house, and also revenge on Ritiesh's family.'

'Shekhs, Gaya and Priyanka
exchange glances. Only they know the magic covering Rupan and Ritiesh's family.
Of course, they are the only people present.

'Excuse me, Mrs. Gangwal!' calls
Gaya. We are talking about drowning the academy, how is that connected to your
need?'

'I don't know! I am never
included in meetings. Cousins always plan among themselves and never tell me. I
want to show that even I can get included in meetings,' replies Rupan.

'This meeting is such a waste of
time,' tells Ram, irritated. Whom are we looting, Mr. Shekar?'

'Viraj Singh Rathore!'

'Super star shooter, Viraj Singh
Rathore!' exclaims Rupan.

'Yes, who Nisha is going gaga
over,' tells Gaya.

'Ramesh's daughter, Nisha?' asks
Rupan shocked.

'Oh my my Ramesh!' blushes Gaya.

'Look at Ramesh's luck, he gets a
king boy, and I got a lootera,' tells Rupan frowning.

'Will you tell the plan or not
Mr. Shekar? If you don't, I'll tell about this conference to Viraj,' blackmails
Sunita. I am an expert in blackmailing.'

'Blue File!' tells Shekar. That's
all we need.'

'Ritiesh! Run to our home and
bring the blue file we stole from Mohan's table,' instructs Ram. Ritiesh blinks
but looking at his father's deadly stare, he runs off with his bottle.

'Ms. Priyanka! Look how he is
running. This is how you should be running. Understand?' tells Shekhs.

'Shekhar Sir! There is going to
be no academy, why should I learn about running?'

'You will get your blue file,
what next?' asks Ram.

'Mr. Ram! I don't want your blue
file. I want Viraj's blue file. The file which can help us sell the academy and
get the money,' tells Shekhs. And Ms. Nisha is going to help us in that'.

'Nisha!' exclaims Rupan. Can't
we use Aman? She is Viraj's sister right?'

'Shut up!' shouts Shekhs. Throwing
Nisha out of the academy should be our first step.'

'Throw? What if she gets hurt?'
asks Rupan. Shekhs throws a look at Rupan shutting her up.

'We can use...Oh my my...Ramesh for
that. I have already manipulated him. He is against Viraj,' tells Gaya proud of
herself.

'Listen to my plan. Priyanka! You
will do your Bhai Bhaigiri to keep Viraj in his room. I don't want him to roam
around outside, and have the fear he may come to his cabin anytime. It's better
if he is in the cabin itself.'

'Yes Sir'

'Gaya! I want you to call Ramesh
and manipulate him even more, so that he calls his daughter to have an
argument, to keep Nisha occupied, Got it?'

'Oh my my! I will call Ramesh to
the office itself, and let the argument happen in front of my eyes.'

'Ram! I want you to get me the
buyer. You will get 10% commission for bringing in the highest bidder'

'Consider it done!'

'What about me? What shall I do?'
asks Rupan.

'You?! Hmm...after everything gets
over, after the academy gets sold, it is going to be YOU who will tell
everything to Viraj. Don't forget even a single detail. You can even say you
are the mastermind behind the plan, I wouldn't mind,' tells Shekhs.

Rupan is so happy. Finally she is
going to get recognition.

'But Aman?! If Aman turns out to
be a good girl, all the credit will go to Nisha and her parents. We have to
disgrace her,'

'Simple! You tell your family,
that Aman tried to stop you from becoming a part of this meeting, planning to
stop you from getting appreciated. Tell them Aman is very bad, she didn't even
get you green tea during the meeting,' tells Gaya. Rupan looks at her
gratefully. But revenge against Ritiesh's parents?'

Shekhs moves closer to Rupan, so
that Ram and Sunita doesn't hear what he says. 'We will make them the buyer,
they will use the money which they got from selling your house, and use that to
buy the academy. So indirectly the academy will become yours'

Rupan is very impressed.

'And Viraj and Nisha?' asks Gaya.

'Viraj will be bankrupt and will
blame Nisha for losing the file. We all get what we want. We will share the
profit at the end and never meet each other again.'

'And Gangwals will be shattered
and would have to pay Viraj for the academy. Precisely what we want,' tells
Sunita.

'And I needn't run anymore,'
tells Priyanka relieved.

'And I needn't depend on Viraj
for money, he would be dependent on me,' says Gaya cunningly.

'And I will get included in all
secret meetings. Will I get participation certificate for being part of this
meeting?' asks Rupan with expectations.

'And I will get the blue file!'
tells Shekhs with satisfaction.

'Papa! Here is the blue file,'
gives Ritiesh. He returns from home with the file.

'Idiot! This is light blue file.
I asked you to bring dark blue color, the shade of your water bottle top.
Couldn't you use a little part of your brain?' Ritiesh stands silently, sadly.

'Shekhar Sir!' comes a voice from
behind a tree. Is the meeting over? I will enter only when all the problems
are solved,' tells Ram Singh, with his auto standing nearby.

'Yes Ram Singh! Come in'

'Sir! I know I am just a driver.
But I also want to contribute to this meeting. I can never forgive Viraj Sir
for leaving me stranded on the road, even after knowing what can happen to me.
What if I had fallen off the road, or the Arabian prisoners had attacked me? He
never cared for me. And Nisha madam? I told her Viraj Sir didn't have
breakfast, indirectly to let her know that even I didn't have breakfast. But
what did she do? She started having breakfast with Viraj Sir, not even thinking
of asking me for a single bite. How insensitive she is!'

'I have a job for you Ram Singh!
You will be ready with the car. I will sneak inside Viraj's room when Priyanka is
Bhai Bhaiying,' informs Shekhs.

'But wouldn't Viraj notice you,
Shekhs?' asks Gaya.

'I will be dressed like Miss
Nisha!' winks Shekhs. I will use my psychic powers to transform myself into
Nisha and get inside Viraj's cabin and get the file. I have been into deep
meditation and painful processes to acquire this power. Viraj wouldn't have any
doubt when I take the file.'

'Are you talking about this file
Sir?' asks Ram Singh handing over the same blue file in question. All are
shocked to see Ram Singh owning the file in his hand. The entire meeting was
about acquiring this file, and their 8th member of the conference
already is in possession.

'How did you get it?' asks Shekhs
in disbelief.

'I asked Viraj Sir and he gave me,'
tells Ram Singh mighty impressed with himself. The name transfer papers are
ready too. It just needs the sign of the person who wishes to own it,' says Ram
Singh handing over the papers. Shekhs takes the paper and looks at the blank
space where his signature is needed. Rupan gives him a pen, wanting to show off
the pen to the cousins later.

Shekhs starts signing the papers,
to be the proud owner of the academy. Everyone claps.

'Ram Singh! How did you get the
papers so easily?' asks Gaya curiously.

'Actually! I wanted to prove my
worth. So I directly went and demanded the blue file. Viraj Sir said, he too
has been waiting for someone to take the blue file. He is also looking to sell
the academy, as there is too much loan over it and there are no investors or
sponsors. If someone is willing to take the ownership, he would be more than
willing to. I told him that Shekhar Sir is ready to take the ownership. Viraj
Sir immediately made the papers and sent it through me yesterday morning.'

All are shocked!

'What?'

'Yes Sir! You will be the
permanent owner of this academy now, as no one will be ready to buy it. Now you
will run the academy and pay all the bills, loans and my salary.' Ram Singh is
relieved that finally he will get salary.

All are gaping. Shekhs could
sense his snake towers on his head flattening. Ram and Sunita are blinking
trying to find an escape route. Shekhs tears off the papers. I don't want any
academy. Now if you could please dutch in Rs. 500 each for renting the tables
and chairs, it would be great.'

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